From a wall that suddenly darkens into a void like black, thick black ink starts to run down the wall. A hand comes forth, pulling itself out further before the rest of its body comes forth. The ink is absorbed, revealing a silver skinned, tall female with blue hair that seems to have a mind of its own as it sways every which way it desires. Standing at 7'9, clad in black steel elven armour, the female approaches Unicorn. Bending down to accommodate the man's height with her once she smiles some. Her face in view, light bounces from it with a silver shimmer. Her eyes are stitched closed with black thread. But she opens her eyes slightly, revealing blacked out eyes with a red radar as the iris and the centre dot being the pupal. ''Greetings, I am Anti. It is a pleasure to meet you young sir.''

Ulyssess Furor Nickname:Wrath Age: Resurrected, unknown. Hair style, colour: White, Long, neat. Eye Colour: Pale glowing yellow Skin tone, features: Youthful, milky rose white, pointed ears and black claws and redness around his eyes and dark veins. Two lip piercings. Role/ District: TBA Likes: ||The Dark || His Rift Walker Armies || Pity || Sierra, the god of Destruction and Chaos || Killing innocence || Quality Wines || Dislikes: || The Light || The Sun || Cowards || Disobedience || The Realm's King and Queen || Current Time || Rifts || Personality: Ulyssess is harsh, cruel but fair. He has uncontrolled rage inside of him, seething away, boiling inside of him that it almost consumes him yet he does not succumb to his rage as he has yet to fulfil his one desire, Destruction of Zeelasa and the people and life within it. He his merciless especially to another who is not a Rift Walker. He does not praise, he does not smile....he doesn't seem happy even if he has a hand in killing someone or something. He is a leader and that is his way. He will however show some emotion behind closed doors within the Rift Walker home within Zeelasa often to only the other Ancient Rift Lord/Mistress or the Lesser Rift Lords but even that can be limited if not the full truth. He like all of his kind has been corrupted by Rift exposure that occurs if a individual stays in a Rift opening too long or gets attacked by a rift beast of rift walker but that is only with non Rift walkers. For him, it was a long time ago.....where the past has been hidden with the King and Queen. Equipment:Wrath's Greatsword:Wrath's Wrist blade (Worn of right hand): Background: Due to him being the first of the Rift Walkers making him The Ancient Rift Lord he was trapped by a ward from The three gods, Sierra the god of sight and knoweledge, Malcaloth the god of machines and Suun the god of divine light, he has been waiting for the ward to falter with the war that the rift allowed him to see and so he waited but as all the Rift walkers time eroded their memory, first sighted to be fighting each other and the realm's inhabitants but a couple of year out form the void and away from further rift exposure took the shroud of confusion from him and found himself together with his fellow Rift walkers and Rift beasts and started to fight together, to destroy the time line.....for Sierra....for injustice of past.

Character Sheet: Appearance (Picture) Appearance Description: Name: Nickname(s): Age: Role / District: (If you are a Ancient Rift Lord, Lesser Rift Lord or Rift Walker the district is not required.) Likes: Dislikes: Personality: Equipment: Background / History: Other: (Things you'd like to mention that does not fall under the previous categories?) Note: You can add more, in fact it is encouraged! Character Roles: The King: The Queen: Note: As the current King and Queen of Zeelasa, you will as the rpers of these characters will be given this dark historic event within a pm by xfaithyx123. But as these characters you would have been given a old black box with the book of that event explained to you by pm in the book as well as the two copies of the key on gold chains to it from the late King and Queen as is tradition of all the rulers of Zeelasa. ___________________________________________ The Head Priest of the Magic District: As the Head Priest of the Magic Wielders, you one of the strongest of these wielders as were your family and ancestors before you, your family was the fist in Zeelasa to be gifted the Divine Light from the god Suun. ______________________________________ The Commander of Machine District: As the commander of the Machine Wielders, you are one of the strongest of these wielders as were your family and ancestors were before you, your family was the first in Zeelasa to be gifted the knowledge of machines from the god Malothas. _______________________________ Machine wielders As Machine Wielders you are the main and most gifted of soldiers in the Machines, your god is Malothas. 1. 2. 3. 4. __________________________ Holy Magic wielders As Holy Magic wielders you are the main and most powerful mages of divine light, your god is Suun. 1. 2. 3. 4. __________________________ The Ancient Rift Lords As the Ancient Rift lords, you will be the strongest of all Rift walkers and also will be given the dark history information pmed to you by xfaithyx123. You will also be able to command Chaos magic, which is the combination of Death, Life, Fire, Ice, Water, Air and Earth with most power than the lesser Rift Lords. 1. Taken By xfaithyx123 2. ________________________ Lesser Rift lords As the lesser Rift lords, you will not be given to dark history from pm, as lesser Rift lords you are loyal to the Ancient Rift lords and like them wield Chaos magic, but at a less strength but you are commanders of the Rift Walkers. 1. 2. 3. 4. __________________________ Rift walkers As Rift Walkers you are well rounded spell blades, but only command two of the chaos magic choices, those being Fire, Ice, Water, Air and Earth, you cannot command life nor death. Also make sure you are individual with your choices, if you choose one of the same elements of another Rift Walker make sure you wield it differently, for example: rper 1 could be a fire source, engulfing themselves in flame doing high levels of fire damage by touch while rper 2 can throw balls of fire and elemental weapons. And with the two elements you choose, you will be immune to damage of that kind. 1. 2. 3. 4. __________________________ Uncorrupted rift walkers As uncorrupted rift walkers you will be pmed and given vaguer information of the dark history as you will be unaware of your 'gift' When choosing this role, reserve a place and be ready to be talked to by xfaithyx123 as we cannot add further information about your role due to the plot. Feel happy, you are important! :DD 1. 2. 3. 4. Note: That is no remake, this is xfaithyx123 's rp, I only had someone create it for me because I was too busy to do it myself, but it turns out that I do and I will! Rules: 1. DON'T take control of another rper's character unless they allow it in your post. 2. DON'T swear in every sentence, it is distasteful. 3. DON'T God mode or be prepared to be punched in the nards or vagina by xfaithyx123, that is a no no. You will be warned but do it more than 5 times, you will be kicked out. 4. DON'T be disrespectful to fellow rpers in OOC! We will not stand for this if you have a problem with a rper, then talk to xfaithyx123. Simple 5. DO be fair with all rpers, no attacking without warning, no mature content without their consent. 6. DO have fun and creative, we want you as the rpers to feel that you are carving out the story with each post. 7. DO feel important, because you are to us :3 8. DO inform xfaithyx123 if you will no longer be able to rp anymore, don't just leave. 9. DO Fade black if rp gets steamy then return after sorting it out elsewhere.

Imagine a world with bold Warriors, mighty Spell weavers and terrible Monsters. Imagine a world of Ancient Ruins, vast caverns and great wild wastes where only the brave tread. Imagine a world of swords, magic and technology. This world is Zeelasa. Zeelasa, An universally semi-neutral country, with a population of 34,000,000. It is a world of magic and of machines The waterfalls wispier tails about the sounds of blade clashing, the wind singing the battle songs of old. The land is a fertile and promising place for any who dare to reach out and take it. The world was once a peaceful place, as places go. There was war among two sides of the realm, one realm fought with machines, another holy magic's, one day the machine wielders opened rifts in time and then hell broke lose....., and there was famine, but all these things passed, eventually. Things always got better, and each struggle made us stronger. The people of Zeelasa were happy. Food was abundant, for the most part, and our rulers were just, and fair. They fought for their people, and the people fought for them, in return. It was not, as some people might call it, the Dark Ages, but an age of simplicity. the two sides of the world kept to themselves, content to find their own little niche in life. Years later the people have forgotten about the war, more like it was taken out of history completely, but the realm is awash with time voids that create creatures of all elements that fight anything evens other elemental beings and so the war has a third party, The Rift Walkers the beings that the machines broke the silent seal to their cage in the void. That the three gods created to keep the time line safe...to much failure. as time went on the worship of the god if sight and knowledge, Sierra. As time went on, through centuries the third god, Sierra, the god of Sight and Knowledge were heard of, the Rift walkers and Lords shouts her name, but to the warped minds of the Rift Walkers she was to them, the god of destruction and chaos. For this is not true....As time will tells history, a dark past that the kings hold dear come to light.....and for this....Sierra's worship will be returned to its former state... And the shame of past's mistake will have the justice served. The third part in the world rift walkers begin to find alliance with one another as their intelligence grows. and turn their attention the machine wielders and holy magic wielders. The rift lords and elements of Life, Death, fire, ice, water, air, earth intertwining into chaos . A build up of all elements that will in time if the Rift walker gain enough power will destroy the realm, ripping it off the time line, as if it never existed, even the people in it. They seek destruction of the realms deletion of the time line. Zeelasa's past hidden in shame is past from king/queen to king/queen, taking on the burden that the oh so innocence and simplicity of the realm's history is but a lie. A sad thing for a leader to all to bear, especially since a leader is relied on, trusted. Orul The capital Zeelasa is a vast, prosperous city built predominantly in two sides. Machine district , the magic district, with a wall splitting them apart. in the centre of this city there is the castle. The Machine District: This half is the technology advanced part of the city. with lots of scrap shops and factories all over the place. this half's main focus is the Workshop.( this side is more steam punk styled clothing and living.) The Magic District: This half is laid back, quite, and slow. they have no need for the technology of the other half. their main concern is farming, and worship. the main focus id the Church. (his side is more holy style clothing and living.)

Sophus Kekoa Alvar ~Clever Brave Elf~ Age: 24 in human years || 204 Elven years Race: Elf Appearance: A pale red headed elven man. Pale blue eyes and a scar on his right cheek to show his banishment to other Elves. Of course it is in their mystical language and any that read it with cast him a judgemental, even hateful glare. But on his back is scars not so rash from cuts or whips but of knife as he was marked on the back with his crimes against his own kin. He often wears leather armour (In picture) underneath his robe which is a dark shade of washed out grey blue. Personality: Awfully vague when coming to answer questions about himself and far too proud to admit defeat if one were to pull it out of him. He unlike his kin easily converse with other races but very much fears his own... Often choosing to hide from them rather than face them. Their words harsh and sting every time. Because of his lack of sleep, due to nightmares he always has a lazy attitude to everything and most of all, socializing. But shows great energy in combat, moving like a drunken man but so fluent and confusing most do not expect his attacks that are often more painful than they look. Lets just say he likes to take out his anger on his enemies and being that he is ruthless with them he holds no remorse to the damage he causes in or out of combat. He simply sees himself as a lesser being because of his banishment. It is easy to tell, he is far too hard to himself. Bio: Young in appearance but old in mind. He climbed from poverty to riches within his early years, blood, sweat and tears. He was very personable and easy to get along with, suppose that is what got him to his goals faster than others. He spent more time studying magic and Elven law, than exploring, making him more knowledgeable in the wielding of magic, much more than most though possible from an Elf, who was not of pure family lines. That is, until he was tasked to protecting the egg from the darkness outside from their city gates. He knew so much of dragons even anatomy, he was proud to be given the responsibility... If only he didn't take the job, maybe he would still be amongst his people... A elf, a friend of his or more in detail his lover was on guard duty with him. They had been together for a decade or two so it came to him as a shock to see him so... broken... mindless... dead. He soon found out that it was not only him effected with the tainted mind of the queen and he had to make a decision... One he still does not regret but still hurts years later. He in order to protect the egg killed all four other guards and teleported elsewhere with the egg, he hid it somewhere in a rush before teleporting back to the sight of the Elder elves to see his crimes... He did not fight, nor did he scream or cry as days of torture and ritual of banishment was placed on him, scarred for eternity.. He would be barred from his home by invisible forces at their gates. But the torture and banishment took a toll on his mind, stripping him of his honour and pride and his memory of the egg he hid... He was thrown out with little but the clothing they gave and a survival back pack. He took to living in the forest for a time before humans found him, skin and bone... delirious. And this is where his story begins, when he is back in health, just... Abilities: ~Soul Sorcery~ The form of magic they counts physical energy to preform. The more effective use of it is elemental magic ~Mind Sorcery~ The form of magic that relies on one's will power and focus. This is more suited to more darker magic, like mind control or glamour (Morphing ones self into the image of another, it is easier to make a new person than a existing one due to the blank slate of knowledge to create them.) This is more exhausting of the mind, but he in his times of struggle seems to be more intuned to it than other elves. This form of magic is shunned from Elves due to its destructive intent like poisoning others, sapping them of energy and knowledge to better a spell in Soul and Mind magic but of course bleeding out weakens him and it weakens his immune system to sickness. He uses it only when a last option. ~More to come about Abilities and Bio in time~

Sophus Kekoa Alvar ~Clever Brave Elf~ Age: 24 in human years || 204 Elven years Race: Elf Appearance: A pale red headed elven man. Pale blue eyes and a scar on his right cheek to show his banishment to other Elves. Of course it is in their mystical language and any that read it with cast him a judgemental, even hateful glare. But on his back is scars not so rash from cuts or whips but of knife as he was marked on the back with his crimes against his own kin. He often wears leather armour (In picture) underneath his robe which is a dark shade of washed out grey blue. Personality: Awfully vague when coming to answer questions about himself and far too proud to admit defeat if one were to pull it out of him. He unlike his kin easily converse with other races but very much fears his own... Often choosing to hide from them rather than face them. Their words harsh and sting every time. Because of his lack of sleep, due to nightmares he always has a lazy attitude to everything and most of all, socializing. But shows great energy in combat, moving like a drunken man but so fluent and confusing most do not expect his attacks that are often more painful than they look. Lets just say he likes to take out his anger on his enemies and being that he is ruthless with them he holds no remorse to the damage he causes in or out of combat. He simply sees himself as a lesser being because of his banishment. It is easy to tell, he is far too hard to himself. Bio: Young in appearance but old in mind. He climbed from poverty to riches within his early years, blood, sweat and tears. He was very personable and easy to get along with, suppose that is what got him to his goals faster than others. He spent more time studying magic and Elven law, than exploring, making him more knowledgeable in the wielding of magic, much more than most though possible from an Elf, who was not of pure family lines. That is, until he was tasked to protecting the egg from the darkness outside from their city gates. He knew so much of dragons even anatomy, he was proud to be given the responsibility... If only he didn't take the job, maybe he would still be amongst his people... A elf, a friend of his or more in detail his lover was on guard duty with him. They had been together for a decade or two so it came to him as a shock to see him so... broken... mindless... dead. He soon found out that it was not only him effected with the tainted mind of the queen and he had to make a decision... One he still does not regret but still hurts years later. He in order to protect the egg killed all four other guards and teleported elsewhere with the egg, he hid it somewhere in a rush before teleporting back to the sight of the Elder elves to see his crimes... He did not fight, nor did he scream or cry as days of torture and ritual of banishment was placed on him, scarred for eternity.. He would be barred from his home by invisible forces at their gates. But the torture and banishment took a toll on his mind, stripping him of his honour and pride and his memory of the egg he hid... He was thrown out with little but the clothing they gave and a survival back pack. He took to living in the forest for a time before humans found him, skin and bone... delirious. And this is where his story begins, when he is back in health, just... Abilities: ~Soul Sorcery~ The form of magic they counts physical energy to preform. The more effective use of it is elemental magic ~Mind Sorcery~ The form of magic that relies on one's will power and focus. This is more suited to more darker magic, like mind control or glamour (Morphing ones self into the image of another, it is easier to make a new person than a existing one due to the blank slate of knowledge to create them.) This is more exhausting of the mind, but he in his times of struggle seems to be more intuned to it than other elves. This form of magic is shunned from Elves due to its destructive intent like poisoning others, sapping them of energy and knowledge to better a spell in Soul and Mind magic but of course bleeding out weakens him and it weakens his immune system to sickness. He uses it only when a last option. ~More to come about Abilities and Bio in time~

Livius's head drooped down, shaking with the occasional involuntary twitch, pained breaths reopening repeatedly closed wounds on his back, stopping the healing process, hanging in the air was torture to his arms, if he lost his mind enough perhaps he could convince himself to gnaw his arms to release himself that way... Even though it was the most ridiculously idea or thought he just wanted his arms to not feel like they would break any moment now. Once Saoria was gone Russel, the courier, looked to Livius. Using his key to unlock his cell and step into it, starting to collect the tears as instructed and putting them in a leather pouch before calling for servants to assist him in giving Livius medical treatment. He also had a guard at the door just to be sure of no escape could be possible if Livius could stand and that was unlikely due to his condition. So, Russel watched as the servants - As instructed, slowly un-cuffed Livius from the ceiling as others worked to move him without touching his back and Livius screamed at the touch and movement in much pain especially his arms, finally given the rest back in natural placement, blood rushing back into his hands making them sting. Once he was supported sitting up servants worked to wash his back of impurities then bandage it, the same for his ankles. He just hung his head back, he was completely exhausted, out of it and just thankful from being removed from the hanging entrapment. Other servants worked to wash away the pooled blood then Russel stepped forward. Looking at his rusting restraints and shaking his head at them before he looked at the wall and stone slab that worked as a bed and he worked with guards to make a new contraption so that his ankles were weighed down by cuffs and a chain that shortened when a lever was pulled. Once this was done they slowly moved Livius to his 'bed' and in his semi-conscious state he could not fight them as they locked the cuffs onto his ankles. He felt the weight instantly but it was a blessing not to be hanging from above and he was far to weak to complain. The servants left as their duties were completely and Russel went to Livius, Livius shifted his eyes to the man slowly as he looked at him for a moment before having a servant before he left to give him a pair of trousers, un-cuffing a leg to pull it up then re cuff it and do the same before pulling them completely. Russel looked at the man for another moment before running a hand down the man's chest and naval, circling it before standing and walking out. The Guard returned to her business and he locked the cell, leaving the battered Spriggan in his cell to watch his eyes close over as he went to sleep before returning to his duties to his Queen.

âœ¯ âœ¯ âœ¯ Hello! And Welcome once again to Faithy's realm! More specifically 'The Vat'! Where my characters are made and reside to protect new creations! â™‹ So, I believe I should introduce you to some of my characters I am very much in love with being their creator despite the love hate relations we all have. I hope you can find the same love for them as I here you go â˜… Faron Scott Jasperson â˜… Human Form Demon Form
Nickname(s): Far, Fin Gender: Male Age: Looks 24, factual age unknown Sexuality: Pan-sexual Eye Colour: Icy blue Hair colour: Fire Red Height: 6'3 Foot Weight: 162 Ibs Skin Tone/Appearance: White, Caucasian. Rose Ivory skin, smooth and youthful. Black leather trench coat with chains on it. Black tank top, Dark denim skinny jeans, black leather dressy boots. Distinct Marking(s): His icy blue hues, Crimson red hair, Runic birthmarks, black nails. Likes:âœ” Kindness - Helpful people like him, he loves to be around.âœ” Solitude - Though he surrounds himself with people and appears confident and rowdy he is in fact shy and distant.âœ” Art - He is still a creative soul and loves art in general and loves to learn of it's history. When he was human he loved to draw and study art....it is something he holds close to his heart.âœ” Alcohol - He sometimes needs to forget things...a bad habit of his...âœ” Fellow supernatural beings - It is simply nice not to be the only 'freak' in town. Dislikes:âœ˜ Insanity, Some people just don't make sense and that is what makes them dangerous so he likes to either stay away and because in his past he went through insanity before his father (Lucifer) 'activated' his true nature...âœ˜ Silence - He can't stand quiet rooms or any sort of silence because it means he is alone..âœ˜ His Father (Lucifer), He is generally scared of him...âœ˜ Pain, he may be undying but he has the pain threshold of a human...âœ˜ His blood lust, he doesn't like to hurt others and at times of a frenzy he has killed... Hobbies:â™« Drawingâ™« Writingâ™« Learningâ™« Listening and watching other peopleâ™« Being kind Flaws:â˜¢ His human like pain threshold - It means a lot of pain can have him fall to your knees and beg for it stop, being on a collar and leash..â˜¢ Blood lust - When he frenzies it is only instinct, he becomes stronger and faster but his mind is no longer present, it is either give him watch he wants or knock him out. Weapon(s)/Equipment:âœž Clawsâœž Fangsâœž His supernatural powers. Abilities/ Powers:â™› Fire element -Pyrokinesis - create, control and manipulate fire, flame and heatSelf-Detonation - explode self and reform.Hell-Fire Manipulation - Generate and control flames of hellâ™› Acid generation - Ability to generate acid, can be manifested through touch or as a spray (e.g. acid spit, acid blood, etc.).â™› Bone manipulation - Ability to manipulate the bones in one's own body. This includes, but is not limited to, the generation of new bone mass, projecting bones out from the skin or rearranging one's own bonesâ™› Healing factor - Ability to heal rapidly and with greater finality from any injury; the rate of recovery varies from character to character. As result in the halting of aging and immunity to illnesses and other defectsâ™› Psychometry - Ability to relate details about the past or future condition of an object or location, usually by being in close contact with itâ™› Resurrection - Can come back to life from any injuryâ™› Time warping - He can stop, slow or speed up time, even go to the past, present or future Weaknesses:â˜¢ Blood - Sends him into a frenzyâ˜¢ Holy water/objects - Causes him to burn and his wounds to not heal unless cleaned outâ˜¢ His emotions - Mostly his submissiveness and angerâ˜¢ Low Pain thresholdâ˜¢ Regeneration - Takes energy therefore blood â˜… Ivanna Klimentovic â˜… Human Form Chaos Form
Age: 24, but has lived longer due to her ability to suck the life out of someone through their blood. Race/being: Mutant Human, from birth she had been used to splice a number of animal DNA strands and so she has many predatory abilities, like a female scorpion can excrete a pheromone to lure them to her. She can't use it right know since she can't get a handle on the dose and ends up killing them instead. Gender: Female Weight: 136Ibs Height: 5'9 Skin colour: Pale milky tan with a dusting of freckles on her body and a mole on her left shoulder. Clothing: She wears a latex red short dress with side cuts to make her activities easier to execute. She has black leather heeled, knee length boots that her armoured on the knee and thighs. She wears stocking too. with a holster which are black lace with matching underwear that is high thigh knickers. No bra. She has a black corset with armour in it too that also have places to put her many throwing daggers. She wears a belt to sheath her battle daggers also. She wears a few blank black, brown and white bracelets all over her arms and a black laced choker with a oval pendant on it. Body appearance: Slender with natural curves. On her top and bottom part more like it with small muscular tones. Hair colour: Dark brunette Hair style: Long volumes of curls with a mess sexy look. Personality: She is a cold calculating person, only because she need to feel she has no connection with the one she prays on to get her daily feed. But surely she is a strong willed person with a gentle nature. She just need to forget that side of her to get her feed, or she will die. She his quick minded to and easily adapts to many situations, thinking out the box. Equipment: Ten throwing knives, five on each side of her upper body located under her arms and two battle daggers sheathed in her loosely fitted belt. Main Ability: To suck a person dry of blood, since she needs it. She can do this both from her mouth (Fangs) and her left hand; Her left hand has pinprick sized teeth, made from her every own bone. It can not be retracted but it can not be seen either. These bones once they are placed on the skin of her target they open up, like a microscopic straw and suck out the blood but once it latches on, there is no release less Ivanna wants too or if you pull apart your skin and if there is any arteries then they will split open and bleed like a fountain. So if you do this then you have a chance to live, depending on artery damage or if she comes back for more. In her need of blood she can go into a Primal state since she has a hard time controlling it. Secondary Abilities: Venom that can daze or kill people, this is done by slits on her wrists opening and revealing stingers, if someone survives this, they have a constant burning effect long after.. Pheromones this can also daze people or weaken them and seduce people, this is used for mating or forcing them down so she can feed off of them. Regenerative/limb replacement works rather fast and due to her extended life she is practically can't die but anger her and unfortunately she heals at a much slower rate though if she goes into primal her regenerative power is even slower but strength, speed, flexibility is all on her side. Heightened senses/body functions is practically keen senses of sight, smell, hearing, taste and even presence reading. This is the same for her speed, stamina, strength, flexibly and awareness. Though in primal status her awareness is low due to a frenzied state of mind. Chaos infused bones make her the embodiment of the five main elemental magics though can only use one at a time. â˜… Omega Delta â˜… Omega's Preferred Form
The only things known about this organism is that is it predominantly female due to extensive use of female appearances and sexual organs. Though the other thing known about this organism is that it is a shapeshifter and so can alter its own DNA to desired conditions and specifications making it the perfect being but also the most unknown aside from others within the Multiverse. Within the Multiverse she, he or it is a extremely profitable being due to the many forms of disease, cancer, even death defying abilities as being a shapeshifter of it's detailed preformance it can make even the most smartest scientist want for it as think of the possibilities if they had the chance to study it... The current known appearance of this life form is this... It, or now she, is extremely pale with red eyes and appears Albino when in fact she or it, is not, it has just altered it's DNA to appear and seem like so. She stands at 6'2 foot and weights only eight stone, unusual for a human's weight naturally but I must stress that this life form is beyond human unless is takes that DNA strand. Due to appearance she looked about 21. This being acts as harmless though in certain situations it it can alter it's form to have extra limbs and defensive weapons from it's own tissue, spanning from fangs from a wolf to the tail of the most poisonous scorpion. Though surprisingly enough does not take on the defensive weapons as offensive means and a permanent stance. Such a curious life form... â˜… Alan Faendal White â˜… Scars, Piercings and/or Tattoos: Scarring on left side of his body, from neck line to the lower side of his rib cage. Tribal tattoos back from his original home, that being Africa, Namibia on the right side of his face all the way to his left shoulder. He has piercings on his right ear, steel tube cuffs and a stud with a chain dangling from it. Height: 6'7 footWeight: 155 IbsEyes: GoldenBody Type: Healthy and muscular Nickname(s): Fae, FaendalAge: 32Vampire Type: Homo Wampyrus ChiropteraSexuality: Bisexual Personality: Due to his origin, his appearance sets him apart from others in Las Vegas making quite the....show for this and the fact that he hates crowds he stays away, in the dark somewhere, though he can be, warm, calm, nice. He only gives that to be he choices or that earn his trust. He is a hard person let alone a vampire to read, he is unpredictable, with his temper. He is quiet, or at least chooses to be considering his actions speaking more than speech itself. Though most vampires tend to say within their groups and look to the others in disgust he is one for breaking rules or not caring for them, often mixing with other vampire types from himself, perhaps to learn from them? Prey on them? Spy on them? No one knows except him. His unpredictability makes him dangerous apart from the fact that he is a vampire. He is one of the most dangerous in the vampire type Homo Wampyrus Chiroptera. Dislikes: Crowds, loudness, persistent people, super happy people, whiners.Likes: Books, Art, tattoos, piercing, pineapple juice. History:-------Part of a true event------Present in The South African Border War, commonly referred to as the Angolan Bush War in South Africa, was a conflict that took place from 1966 to 1989 largely in South-West Africa (now Namibia) and Angola between South Africa and its allied forces (mainly UNITA) on the one side and the Angolan government, South-West Africa People's Organisation (SWAPO), and their allies (mainly Cuba) on the other. It was closely intertwined with the Angolan Civil War and the Namibian War of Independence. He was a tribal warrior turned from one of his kind on the second day of this centuries old war. His origin Namibia where the border war started and he in his new state of life helped win the war, fighting for his home for years........then he appeared on the Las Vegas scene...he has a hard time talking about his long past and often has to be feed alcohol to actually open up about it.

Faithy crawls out from a forming large inky blot on a wall, covered in tar like black ink to reform into a tall, silver skinned being with long blue hair, stitched eyes, claws and talons on her armoured high heels. She wears a Victorian neck colour with black silk coming from it before she is wearing black leather armour. She grins a toothy smile and opens her eyes slightly to see a void with a red radar for a large pupal amongst the darkness. ''Welcome dearest.'' She walks to Lyra and stands next to her, bringing forth her void of characters as she ships her belongings to this dimension before sitting down at her office chair, folding a leg over the other smiling still. Her hair she places in her lap away from the dirt of the floor and she brushes it with her claws.

Drip drip drip.... That was all Livius could hear with the occasional clash of chains hitting bars of the cell that grew to be his entrapment. His breathing was shallow, slowly his eye peered open as consciousness came to him, batting his blue eyelashes to focus his blurred vision and as it snapped to perfection he gasped, letting out a pained groan at he was reminded of the hack job on his exposed back and still healing stab wounds in his ankles, his feet dangling above the red stained floor. His arms spread uncomfortably out, cuffs with chains pulling his arms up above his head. He gritted his teeth, bearing the pain, revealing his fangs. His body shook from the cold breeze from the barred window that had rats skittering in and out from it into his cell where guards would squish them with their heavy boots without mercy, often partnering this grotesque act of cruelty with filthy cursing. Livius was not alone, judging from the smell of sweat, piss, blood and festering flesh that would make anyone ill as he watched guards wheeling deformed corpses, victims of harsh torture, most expired quickly, humans were fragile things in comparison to supernatural beings. He only knew this much as he was one of the mythical beings himself, old and powerful despite his bloody and malnourished state. One as proud as him doesn't bow down so easily and with a Queen as corrupted as Saori she found pleasure is breaking his flesh in attempt to force him in to submission and when she did, she made him use his power against people and sometimes... His own kind then he would wake up to do it all over again. Getting more and more resistant to the many methods used on him and forcing him to submission was becoming harder and harder, torture becoming more and more hours. Of course, it wasn't like this in the beginning, no, he often in his first awakening from unconsciousness screamed in rage, kicking and screaming for hours, having guards change his holding cell many time until this one, hanging up like a pig bleed out was the best solution. This was when he woke up and cried for hours, wishing to take it all back, of course nothing was that simple but in time he eventually stopped crying only to start laughing in manic depression... But today he only woke up in pain, looking around for things of use, observing the guards routes, examining the slowly rusting bolt on his chain that dangled him in the air only inches from the floor. He now used this time he loosen that bolt more and more, the rusting of the iron making it more difficult as were his wounds but again, this man was far too proud to allow such imperfect metal to stand between him and a finally awaited freedom... Or death, depending on how he would escape, if he escaped and if the Queen still wished to use him. There was so many variables to think about. He rarely saw outside of the prison and when he did he was out of control, like a starved fighting hound, it was hard to focus on routes to take to get out of the castle. Then there was the issue of where his armour was, he was not leaving without it, it was from his kin, we would rather die than go without it. And finally a place to hide out. By step by step... perhaps he would get out of this place.

Livius Diarmaid ~Translates to Envious Patience~ Species: Spriggan, Forest Guardians. Spriggans were depicted as grotesquely ugly, and were said to be found at old ruins and barrows guarding buried treasure and generally acting as fairy bodyguards. They were also said to be busy thieves. Though usually small, they had the ability to swell to enormous size. Gender: Dominantly Male Personality: A sensible young man, calm in nature and patient. He isn't one to go out his way to help others but if requested then he certainly will. Knowledgeable and perhaps for this reason proud and stand offish with a temper if one goes out their way to use him or press his buttons. He is reserved a best, not one to openly walk and join others more into reading books, drawing and writing to himself as he learns more about his surroundings. Always carrying a leather back note book for this reason. Strengths/Abilities: Chaos Magic A weaker version of all elemental magicks and he can only use one at a time but he trains each element individually so he is ever improving their strength and capacity. Nature He is a Spriggan, a being of nature and life force itself. He can command plants and animals to grow or decay. Swordsmen He is a expert with an blade, mostly short swords or twin daggers. Polesmen Can wield a pole or double bladed spear but he much prefers swords. History: As Spriggans are without much history apart from the obvious things like, being immortal guardians of forests, barrows and ruins. Or that they are thieves, otherwise not much is known, only rumours circle around them, not facts. But he is one of them. He is, despite his appearance, rather old. Time does not pass the same for Spriggans as if killed they only return to their 'birth' place to reform in a vat of life essence in a ruin or barrow of sorts protected by fellow kin that are Matrons that nurse the 'newborns' and never gain a human appearance, forever bound to these vats and content with their duty as they act as protectors and parents. Both male and female kin alike. Though Livius does not invite danger at his door he has had a lot of conflict and died a couple times in his 'youth', a punishment of spending years in the vat to grow and re-live puberty again and again often leaves reluctance in mind to die again... A lesson he does not want to keep learning for the sake of walking with men. So he grew from his 'youth' and destructive tendencies which his kin did not approve of... in the end the last time he was in the vat he was marked below his right eye with what looks like a red tattoo but is actually scar of banishment. Banished Spriggans always have these marks and always on the opposite eye of their dominant hand. In this case, Livius is left handed so it was etched below his right eye. If he dies again they will care for him of course, but he will be shunned from the rest, treated as a human rather than a Spriggan which is one offence that has scarred not only his skin...

Faithy looks at the strange man from the gaps of the closet door, Faron and Omega look at the man with jaws that could possibly fall to the ground while Amrit braids Faithy's purple red hair. Faithy goes paler in the face again. ''If he touches me... I would die. Look at that hair style... half of it is greasy... And that shirt... god knows what is on there... Think of the... I NEED PURIFICATION!'' Faron and Omega roll out the way and she bashes her way to freedom only to dump the same acidic goo on her and burn away impurity and reform into herself again with a simple outfit and sigh in relief, the goo absorbing her old skin and clothing again as she steps aside, fixing her neck guard. ''Much better...'' She then grabs the strange man before he escapes with one of her tendrils and hangs him upside down, looking at the explosion he created and reforming it to reverse the damage down with purple glowing eyes before looking back up to the man. ''Once you come in, you never get out.'' She grins darkly before shrugging, walking back to her desk still hanging the man upside down as she places her reading glasses on and writing in her notebook in blue ink. ''Right, I will look into is Mr. West, as for your friend here, he is dangled up for the moment.''

Faithy's skin pales once more, if that was even possible with her bleach white skin and she started to speak nonsense as the woman touches her, her left hand twitching uncontrollably like a involuntary spasm that over smacked people in the face and her breaths her much like one hyperventilating as she rocked back and forth in her chair. Omega hissed at Maya as she approached, shooting a single spike from her wrist at the woman as warning, it was poisonous and looked much like a porcupine's bristle like needles on their backs. Amrit pouts as he is pushed away from Hastings, all his arms limp and he looks much like a puppy being scolded. But once the swords come to his neck he growls, slamming his main hands on the ground, his eyes glow purple and from the void like ground corpses crawl forth, some festering other's fresh and they all pull the blades away, their touch decaying them to ash before they surrounded Armit like attack hounds. Faithy abruptly halts her babbling of the obsession of being clean and without the touch of others figuring she was dirty now, why waste the opportunity to dirty herself in red before purification. Faithy smiles most charmingly at Maya, noting her sharp teeth but otherwise seems unimpressive or perhaps it was her mind that was fragmented, still babbling on about being clean that she could not appreciate such fixtures and details on the woman. She used her tendrils however to pick the woman up and place her back so she was not invading her personal space so she could concentrate more on her for a time before purifying herself was a desperate need, her left hand still twitched. ''A lovely introduction Miss Iyengar most fascinating to see such shifts in my realm. But please keep it minimal, I will have to purify it all after all.'' She tilts her head, looking a bit more at the woman with her stitched eyes, showing slightly the void like look in them with a glowing red radar for a pupal. ''As for friendship... it depends, what can you, Miss Iyengar, give to me?'' Faithy looks to the man on her floor and stands, showing her full height of 6'4 and her armoured high heels with her talons, just like her heels clicking on the floor as she walks to him, pulling him up with a tendril effortlessly before bowing to him. ''I am Faithy, creator of this realm... Apologies for the lack of substance but I just came here along with my characters sulking in the ink behind you.'' She smiles shortly before continuing. ''Thank you for your help. Now, as for help, can you recommend any rps to me? With a horror aspect and gore... I like that, most fun. But I do anything really, just with my fragmented mind and my many characters I am often drawn to darkness.'' Suddenly Alan tackles Faithy to the ground and throws her into a closet dubbed 'Faithy's laughing closet' Before he turns to the sir. Tall, dark with white hair, he looks like a tribal elf and he looks down at him, his form broad with muscle before he sighed air from his nose and smiles. ''Her madness is a acquired taste.'' Faron and Omega shove Amrit in with her then sit at the door, Faithy and Amrit stare at each other for a moment before started to try and failing to bash down the door of the walk in closet. Faithy shouting. ''Let me out! I am still somewhat sane!!!'' Faron shakes his head. ''I will believe that when your left hand stops twitching like that!''

Amrit comes crawling from behind Hastings, sniffing them before licking the side of their face with his long slightly forked tongue. ''Mmmm~ Tasty!'' Lets his other six arms out and eyes also before grabbing Hastings and pulling them to him. ''Can I eat you?'' Faithy facepalms then sighs. ''At least he is... polite to ask first...'' Omega morphs from a albino squirrel to a albino humanoid with white dragon scales on her shoulders, spine, collar bone, shins, knees and forearms. Lime green snake scales covering her nudity. Her lizard tail draping down Faithy's desk, the tip wagging. Her fin like ears with glowing orange orbs twitching as she placed her clawed hands on one of her knees. ''We all have our vices.'' Faithy looks to Omega for a moment before looking to Amrit currently hugging Hastings and grinning as he waits for his answer. ''Some more than others...'' She turns to West and smiled. ''Ahh~ Well, I do like me some dark erotica~''